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I've been having these dreams at night of thick, dark forests and full mooned skies. The chirping of crickets, or perhaps crisp snow against paw pads. The thrill of the hunt, the thrill of the run, breath like steam and hot and cold all at once. The iron taste of blood and the elation of a nocturnal soul, as well as the pursuit of camaraderie delving far beyond societal superficialities, straight into wild hearts.
|A Scarlet Witching||Winter Flur|
|Pires at Dusk|